Fully healed! Don’t judge my slightly slutty-looking picture, okay?!

Newsies. Broadway. April 21. Could not be happier to play with awesome people and see an awesome show!

Today, I had too much getting-ready time on my hands, and a need for some crazy hair.

Tumbling while my episode of “The Mentalist” downloads. This is what we’ve come to, fellow first worlders: Getting irritated when a show takes six minutes to download. 

I bought this the other day, immediately pulled in by the bright colors and crazy patterns. There were seriously 10 of them, and no two were the same. When I read the little card saying they were handmade by women in India, and were a fair trade product, it was clinched. 

I kind of love the fact that I’m carrying my makeup around in something that a woman half a world away made with her own hands, choosing the patterns and colors based just on what SHE wanted, and nothing else.

We’re kind of a weird pair, me in my bright shirt, and Conlon in his Christmas jammies. You wanna know what? I paid twenty bucks for those things. There’s no effin’ way he’s only wearing them once!

I was in a mood, and needed some spring colors (even though it’s February) to brighten my day. Sometimes, putting on the colors that elicit the mood you want to convey is enough to actually put you in that frame of mind.

I’m just so proud of this woman here. I started listening to Adele in 2008, when I was living in Germany, and they played “Chasing Pavements” on German music video channels all the time. 

For a while there, with none of my friends knowing who she was, it was like she was own personal muse. I kind of miss that feeling, but I’m so very, very happy that she’s getting the recognition she so greatly deserves. 

I MUST write some “Never Too Late” tonight. :/ Oh, lawd, have I been neglecting the shit out of it. I feel bad for my poor characters, trapped in mid-conversation. I’ve just been distracted and busy, busy, busy. 

You know what’s the worst? When you know where you want to go with something, but don’t really have a clue as to how to get there. It’s the filler scenes that kill me. In those cases, I just have to sit, write, and let whatever comes out come out. 

I’m almost always surprised and pleased to find that it works, and it works not because of me, but because my characters, they know what the fuck they’re doing.

Sometimes I post pics that other people made, and don’t give credit where credit is due. It’s not because I don’t want to. It’s because Google Images pulls this shit NOT from Tumblr, and I don’t know where the fuck it came from!